**I have to get this out of my system**
On Coruscant...
Tall chamber doors opened, revealing a pissed off Jedi Knight and her soon-to-be mother in law.
Rey coldly inspected both sides of the room, making sure the First Order wasn't planning a trap. She felt tension in quiet chamber, but was satisfied that it was safe to enter. She took her seat, placed in the middle of the longest table she had ever seen. Resistance troops stood at the ready behind her. They lined the west side of the room, keeping a vigilante eye on the stormtroopers across from them.
The Jedi Knight kept a determined look on her face, feeling all eyes on her.
Leia sat down next to Rey, easing into the chair with a throaty sigh. Her disdain for these proceedings was apparent on her face. After a few moments in silence, Rey began to second guess this course of action. How can I marry this monster? She asked herself, wanting to scream into the heavens.
The General sensed that Rey was wavering, doubting this decision. But it was the only path to peace, even if it carved the galaxy in half. She gave Rey's wrist a gentle squeeze. The Jedi's eyes brightened at the show of affection. Leia had always treated her like the daughter she never had; soon she would be.
The comfort Rey felt was quickly dissolved by an ominous, familiar presence. Kylo Ren was just outside the chamber, in the south courtyard. He was pacing, grinding a path into the dirt. His thoughts were erratic and difficult to decipher. Wary of the Dark Warrior, the Jedi began scanning the east side of the room. She sensed fear coming from the stormtroopers along the wall. But it wasn't fear of the proceedings, she realized.
General Hux sat quietly, refusing to make eye contact with the Resistance. He flipped through his holopad, reviewing the treaty. He tilted the reader, favoring his good eye. The left side of his face was still in bandages. It was probably the tidiest bandage job the Jedi had ever seen, as if he was trying to make his face presentable. Rey's recent trip to the Finalizer and subsequent battle with Kylo Ren, should have made Hux thankful to be alive.
"Where's your boss?" Rey asked coldly, knowing this would get a rise out of her enemy. Hux looked indignant, wanting to spout something vile in response. The General twisted his face, trying to open his mouth for a rebuttal.
Rey used the Force to hold Hux's jaw shut. Her sparkling eyes tipped her secret joy at tormenting the First Order officer.
Just when ginger General started panicking, large doors from the southern end flew open. The dark, unmistakable figure of Kylo Ren stormed into the room. Those in attendance followed his every step, as his boots echoed with authority. The stormtroopers tensed, watching the root of their fears brush past them.
Rey didn't bat an eye at her sworn enemy. His lifeless mask never left her face. Although she couldn't see his eyes, she knew right where he was looking. He wore that mask to make a point; Kylo knew she hated it. He also knew he'd have to remove it for this meeting, or Rey wouldn't stay. The Dark Warrior was showing off, making an entrance like this and making her wait. The thought made her grind her teeth.
Kylo Ren reached up and unlatched his mask. With a subtle hiss, he lifted the Mask off and slammed it on the table in front of Hux. The loud noise made the room jump and gasp. Rey didn't flinch, flashing daggers into his confident stare.
The two Knights held their gaze for a moment. Kylo was glad that Rey was still dressed like a Jedi warrior, showing her toned arms and neckline. He'd be disappointed if she came to the proceedings in anything else. Leia looked at her son, shocked to see how much he'd grown. He had a dangerous scar splashed across his face, which he prided himself on. It came from Rey and staring at it in the mirror was highly motivating. Kylo made a passive gesture with his hand, using the Force to pull out his chair.
The Jedi clenched her jaw, annoyed with the blatant misuse of power. She'd strangle him with those black robes if given another chance.
The mediator from the Republic stepped forward, addressing both parties. His words drifted in the background, like birds chirping in a meadow. Kylo Ren and Rey ignored what was being said, locked in their own mental duel. The Knights were daring each other to balk first—to show any sign of backing out or weakness. The stare intensified, making the chance of a physical altercation rise dramatically.
"So we're here to discuss the Treaty of Naboo." Said the mediator, wanting to hit the broad strokes.
"No." Kylo Ren interrupted, tilting his head down slightly and deepening their gaze. He leaned forward on the table, pushing down on his elbows. "We are here to discuss her surrender, to me." He said, arrogantly giving the Jedi a nod. You're ass is all mine. He thought, with a slight twitch in his lips.
Rey dropped her lower jaw, grinding her teeth at him. It was a look she flashed him many times, during half a dozen battles. The Jedi placed her hand on the lightsaber. Kylo felt her gesture, without needing to see it. He smirked widely in response, baiting Rey to make the first move. His arrogance reminded her of the interrogation chamber, years earlier.
"Let's get through this." Rey said, rolling her eyes and looking away from the Dark Warrior. It wasn't the reaction he'd hope for. Her fingers drifted off the lightsaber, but her thumb remained close. Keep it up, Rey said, shooting her thoughts into his warped mind. Kylo Ren cleared his throat. He enjoyed this kind of sparring; it was like passing love letters in a meeting and never getting caught.
The mediator started rambling, losing his place. The tension between Kylo and Rey was palpable. The two Knights were armed with lightsabers and a fight could easily break out between them. The last time the Jedi and Darksider were in an enclosed space together, they ripped the Finalizer to shreds. Many lives were lost and Kylo and Rey barely escaped with theirs.
The Force Bond they shared wasn't helping matters either. Rey knew it was only a matter of time before Kylo started in with the mind games. He did this often, trying to distract her in battle with vulgar imagery. Showing her images of them together, was a favorite of his. Over the years he enjoyed this torment, giving up on swaying her from the Light. As if reading her mind, the Dark Warrior smirked.
Poetic is it not? Kylo said, his thoughts entering Rey's mind. The Dark Warrior loved how it felt, slipping into her mind like a serpent. It was easy when they were in such close proximity.
The Jedi scowled in response keeping her jaw clenched. What!? Her voice bit back, echoing in his thoughts.
Kylo Ren cleared his throat. "I only considered this ending one of two ways for us." He said aloud, getting the mediator to shut up. Rey didn't respond but understood what he meant. They came close to killing each other on many occasions, the odds of one of them ending up dead was a certainty.
The Darksider paused, his lips curling into a devilish smile. He leaned back in his chair, letting his imagination run away from him. He pictured himself forcing Rey to bend over the table in front of him. He'd use the Force to restrain her, while the rest of the audience watched in horror. Her face and cheeks would be pressed tightly into the cold marble table. His hands were left free to disrobe her, eager to own every inch of her body. She would shudder and moan, unable to stop the cries from escaping her lips. Her friends would know what a Jedi whore she really was.
Rey caught a glimpse of the vision and did her best not to react. Her icy gaze held his hungry one. You'll pay for this.
"I never thought we'd end up ruling side by side, sharing the same bed. There are worse ways to ride into the sunset, I suppose." Kylo said with a chuckle. This got a reaction from Hux, who suppressed a laugh, prying himself from the holopad. Now his beady eye roamed over her face.
Rey felt her cheeks redden and resisted the urge to Force slap Kylo across the face. She wondered if that would be a violation of the agreement. Technically, it wasn't a physical assault.
The mediator cleared his throat and tapped on the edge of the table. "Yes, very good. If we can get through a couple points here."
Both Knights darted daggers in his direction, getting the mediator to back the hell away.
"You better learn to sleep with your eyes open." Rey snapped. The outburst was unlike her and it made Kylo Ren smile.
He was finally getting under her skin. This made everything so satisfying.
"I'm going to leave you exhausted every night. You won't be able to pick up a lightsaber." He said in a growl. The entire room looked shocked at the exchange. The mediator tucked the treaty in his jacket and backed toward the door.
"Frightened little boy!" Rey said, raising from her seat. Leia tried weakly to restrain Rey, but it was too late. "You could never please a woman. You'd last four seconds and sob into your pillow afterwards. And you will never have me!" She said, opening her vest, showing the glimmering lightsaber hilt was clearly visible.
Kylo stood, narrowing his eyes and drinking in her essence. He hated weddings; he hated most things. But he loved the idea of defiling Rey every night. Carving the galaxy in two was just an added bonus; a reward for the First Order. But this was a challenge of his manhood. You're going to eat your words, scavenger! He said, using their Force connection.
"Resources?" Kylo asked, confusing everyone for a moment. He kept his dark eyes trained on Rey. His breathing became ragged, filling with rage and a hint of something carnal.
The mediator stopped and froze for a second, realizing Kylo Ren was addressing him. He stuttered, "Well, the resources have been split evenly. The galaxy will be in equal halves." He said, flipping through the treaty's database.
"If the First Order needs something, we will take it." He said, resisting the urge to throw Rey against the wall. He clenched his fist, squeezing it to relieve his anger.
"Fine." Rey said, getting a stunned look from Leia. "But you will acquire only by trades or barters. You will not apply force to steal resources." She added, surprising everyone. Leia was impressed, proud that Rey was standing up to her lunatic son.
"One room. One bed." Kylo said, making everyone shift uncomfortably. Rey snapped her eyebrows together, looking disgusted.
"Separate rooms." She said, making it sound final.
"What are you afraid of?" Kylo asked, changing his tactic. His inflection changed too, making him sound concerned. A pensive look smoothed out his rough scowl, as he tried to read the Jedi.
"I'm not afraid." She said, feeling oddly defensive by his phrasing. Kylo titled his head, prying into her soul. There was something beneath the surface. He wondered if there was a mutual attraction here.
Could she felt what he felt too?
"If it's about the wedding night…" He said, getting Rey to avert her gaze.
"Okay we need a brief recess!" Leia said, jumping out of her chair. Hux glared at General Organa, using his one good eye. He would have spoken up, but he valued his jaw.
Kylo slammed his fist down on the table. "No." He said, looking like a man on the brink. His thick mane, almost perfect head of hair, looked messier now. It was untamed, matching the fierceness in his eyes. This outburst startled everyone, even Rey.
"Everyone out. You stay put, mediator." The Dark Warrior said, scanning the chamber. Both sides were too afraid to move. Kylo closed both eyes in frustration, grabbing the bridge of his nose.
"Get out and don't come back until we call you in." Kylo said, issuing the Force command. The mind trick set in and the Force took over with a low frequency rumble. Both sides started emptying out, looking perplexed. "Not you, mediator." He repeated.
Rey watched in shock, never witnessing mind control on such a large scale. Leia remained by the Jedi, unaffected by her son's influence. The hall completely cleared, making the room feel hollow.
"Stop showing off." Rey said, ready for the fight that was sure to come. That must be why he cleared the room—one last duel, Rey thought. Kylo flashed her a possessive look.
"One bed. One bedroom. I'll spare your friends like we agreed." Kylo said, resisting the urge to flip the giant table out of their way. He sensed that Rey wanted any reason to fight and end this hellish day. But this was too delicious for the Dark Warrior. The Jedi wore her heart, pinned to her vest. He'd be the one to break her. The thought made his throat dry. He'd be her first and her last.
"Then you will go by Ben Solo. I won't wed Kylo Ren." Rey said. She was deadly serious, prepared for him to lash out in response. The Jedi wanted to save Finn and Poe. She wanted to retrieve Luke's body. But this part wasn't negotiable.
"I will not be delicate." Kylo said, roaming his eyes over her body. His eyes found her sex, but she didn't shy away from his gaze. This was his concession, agreeing to the name change.
"Very well, Ben Solo." She said. "I'm sure I won't feel a thing." She arched an eyebrow at him, watching his anger rise. She attacked his manhood one too many times. It was thrilling; this was what they did best. Fighting.
Without another word, both Knights ignited their lightsabers. Leia ran for the exit, wishing she had a blaster. Kylo and Rey stared at each other, finally seeing eye-to-eye on something. They both raised their hands, using the Force to lift and throw the giant table out of their way. It smashed against the northern entrance, falling into the courtyard. There was nothing stopping them from breaking the truce now. Kylo and Rey circled each other, like they had done many times before.
A/N: Okay this will be a five chapter PWP. First two chapters are set up UST but then hopefully get into the good stuff. Comment and share. Artwork for this fic is going up on tumblr this week. Come find me, I'm: iancantbesaved